On the wings of time_In Sickness and In Health_You don't understand_My Last Day at Timber Lake C
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On the wings of time
As a butterfly ages, its wings crumple up or wear down, scale by scale, until it can no longer fly and is starved to death or eaten alive by a spider. The colour fades and the beautiful shape is lost, leaving behind a tattered tissue paper that once enabled this creature to fly. As it has its most prominent feature ruined with passing time, it becomes more insignificant to our eyes. We search, (or at least the majority of humans do), for the most awe-inspiring patterns and colourful designs, something to captivate us and make us wild with aesthetic bliss. Most humans don’t seem to care for the...
In Sickness and In Health
Denny seems a bit down today, I think I’ll make him some of his favorites, thought Janet Callahan as she cleared some space on the kitchen counter and set to work on preparing lunch for her husband. Janet had always enjoyed cooking, and although he was a meat and potato man at heart, her spouse had usually been a willing and eager recipient of her culinary innovations. She had had to develop some new skills in the kitchen, however, since Dennis Callahan’s stroke nine months ago left him unable to swallow regular food.Janet collected a cutting board and a food processor from the pant...
You don't understand
“You don’t get it Dad.” my daughter told me emphatically.*She and I were having breakfast at Jerry’s Cafe on Barkley Street in St Kilda, as we do on occasion. Today happened to be January 20th, 2018、 A year to the day after some crazy bloke had run riot with his car in Melbourne. He drove down and killing half a dozen people and injuring maybe twenty more on the Bourke street Mall.Of course it had been on the news again today, as happens with the news services on any anniversary of any and all bad stories. I guess that I must have made some comment on the incident and the reactions to it. And ...
My Last Day at Timber Lake Camp
I can feel my heart jump and sink when I look back on this day July 21, 1951, when I was 14 years old.Her name was Francine, and she was the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on. We met at Timber Lake Camp in upstate NY. She was a late arrival to our campground. She wore a stunning light green sundress that made her striking blue eyes shine like diamonds.I knew the moment I saw her glide across the grass at the camp I was smitten. But I wasn’t the only one who took notice as Jimmywww.onedoor.cc Lorenzo stopped in his tracks to gawk at her. As quick as she came into our line of sight she was gone just...